On the Floor (feat. Lotto Rocket)
Hunnids on the floor but I still got a loaf on me
Told my brother that I'm praying he don't fold on me
Shit real, boy I gotta keep a pole on me
Bring the heat cause this life gettin' cold homie
Hunnids on the floor but I still got a loaf on me
Told my brother that I'm praying he don't fold on me
Shit real, boy I gotta keep a pole on me
Bring the heat cause this life gettin' cold homie
It's on the floor bitch you looking at the ceiling then
I should need a passport for the whip I'm in
Brand new foreign that I bet I get ya bitch up in
Ask her who she bank with, she got' send it in
We was tryna get it in, Lotto not no minute man
I'm the type to hit a gatorade and then I hit again
I be going ape shit, bananas on the stick again
If I get to trippin, they like Lotto off them pills again
Just hit for bills again, my best friend Benjamin
If she don't do it right, she can't gimme neck again
Gang in this bitch so you know we brought some weapons
Blood on the bottom of my shoes that I'm steppin' in
Fuck a Stephen I got 50, Cole Anthony
He ain't gang if he ain't gettin' bands with me
Make the wrong move and this shit gon' end tragically
Mad I had his bitch run it up and bring it back to me
Hunnids on the floor but I still got a loaf on me
Told my brother that I'm praying he don't fold on me
Shit real, boy I gotta keep a pole on me
Bring the heat cause this life gettin' cold homie
Hunnids on the floor but I still got a loaf on me
Told my brother that I'm praying he don't fold on me
Shit real, boy I gotta keep a pole on me
Bring the heat cause this life gettin' cold homie
Steppin' in, lemme in
I came for the money
Benjamin, F&N
I'm finna go dummy
Presidents represent what I want from it
And if you talm bout my city then you know that I run it
Bitch I'm on
And you can tell 'em that I mean that
Pussy so good, I might tell her that I need that
I lean back
And hit the gas then I speed pass
Runnin' thru this money, show me where the money trees at
Yea
I guess I'm back on my bullshit
Told my momma that the next one gotta get a full clip
No Bullshit
Look, we been blowin' on that good shit
Lately I be really on that wishing that they would shit
Aye
And I'm the word around town
Bad bitch ridin' shotgun, slidin' around
Now bounce
And lemme see you go and shake it
Body look good, prolly better when you naked
Still feelin' like the man when I walk thru
Fuck a bitch, it don't matter who I talk to
Need a pack, then you know they finna call Scoob
I just think it's funny how I rap and I ball too
Look
Prolly never learn my lesson
Grandma praying for me, that's a different typa blessin'
Aye
And it's some shit you can question
Roll another blunt, bitch you know I ain't stressin'
Hunnids on the floor but I still got a loaf on me
Told my brother that I'm praying he don't fold on me
Shit real, boy I gotta keep a pole on me
Bring the heat cause this life gettin' cold homie
Hunnids on the floor but I still got a loaf on me
Told my brother that I'm praying he don't fold on me
Shit real, boy I gotta keep a pole on me
Bring the heat cause this life gettin' cold homie
Told my brother that I'm praying he don't fold on me
Shit real, boy I gotta keep a pole on me
Bring the heat cause this life gettin' cold homie
Hunnids on the floor but I still got a loaf on me
Told my brother that I'm praying he don't fold on me
Shit real, boy I gotta keep a pole on me
Bring the heat cause this life gettin' cold homie
It's on the floor bitch you looking at the ceiling then
I should need a passport for the whip I'm in
Brand new foreign that I bet I get ya bitch up in
Ask her who she bank with, she got' send it in
We was tryna get it in, Lotto not no minute man
I'm the type to hit a gatorade and then I hit again
I be going ape shit, bananas on the stick again
If I get to trippin, they like Lotto off them pills again
Just hit for bills again, my best friend Benjamin
If she don't do it right, she can't gimme neck again
Gang in this bitch so you know we brought some weapons
Blood on the bottom of my shoes that I'm steppin' in
Fuck a Stephen I got 50, Cole Anthony
He ain't gang if he ain't gettin' bands with me
Make the wrong move and this shit gon' end tragically
Mad I had his bitch run it up and bring it back to me
Hunnids on the floor but I still got a loaf on me
Told my brother that I'm praying he don't fold on me
Shit real, boy I gotta keep a pole on me
Bring the heat cause this life gettin' cold homie
Hunnids on the floor but I still got a loaf on me
Told my brother that I'm praying he don't fold on me
Shit real, boy I gotta keep a pole on me
Bring the heat cause this life gettin' cold homie
Steppin' in, lemme in
I came for the money
Benjamin, F&N
I'm finna go dummy
Presidents represent what I want from it
And if you talm bout my city then you know that I run it
Bitch I'm on
And you can tell 'em that I mean that
Pussy so good, I might tell her that I need that
I lean back
And hit the gas then I speed pass
Runnin' thru this money, show me where the money trees at
Yea
I guess I'm back on my bullshit
Told my momma that the next one gotta get a full clip
No Bullshit
Look, we been blowin' on that good shit
Lately I be really on that wishing that they would shit
Aye
And I'm the word around town
Bad bitch ridin' shotgun, slidin' around
Now bounce
And lemme see you go and shake it
Body look good, prolly better when you naked
Still feelin' like the man when I walk thru
Fuck a bitch, it don't matter who I talk to
Need a pack, then you know they finna call Scoob
I just think it's funny how I rap and I ball too
Look
Prolly never learn my lesson
Grandma praying for me, that's a different typa blessin'
Aye
And it's some shit you can question
Roll another blunt, bitch you know I ain't stressin'
Hunnids on the floor but I still got a loaf on me
Told my brother that I'm praying he don't fold on me
Shit real, boy I gotta keep a pole on me
Bring the heat cause this life gettin' cold homie
Hunnids on the floor but I still got a loaf on me
Told my brother that I'm praying he don't fold on me
Shit real, boy I gotta keep a pole on me
Bring the heat cause this life gettin' cold homie
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Writer(s): Michael Jurado
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